Happy  Xmas. Everyone.
And  best  wishes
for  the  New  Year.
Many  thanks  for  all  your  support.
Take  care.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

There's a face at the window,
an old one I don't know,

I do hope he's not slow
to answer my knock;

It's late in the evening,
it's christmas and freezing,

I think he stopped breathing,
well ain't that my luck.  :0/

Down the roads I've always traveled,
they keep me here inside these walls,
I know it's time to change the scenery,
as I hear that gypsy horn,
it calls,

Staying still is not my option,
There's nothing that I wouldn't do,
To have a place to call my own now,
A place to love and be with you,

Say the word,
& there I will be,
To fly there with angelic wings,
I'll call upon those native angels,
I always hear the song they sing,

If it should be my time to go now,
To join you in that earthly loam,
Finally my feet will have some rest then,
and nowhere left for them to roam,

It doesn't matter where you are dear,
beside you is where I'm at home.

Cherie Nolan© 2016

The shelter,
The harbor,
The home,
The heartfelt warmth
Weaving through marrow and bone,
Undulating softness like no other
All in the lulling of a song,
The voice of the mother.